The courier will depart next day, she's told. She sews a warrior's gown all night. Her fingers feel the needle cold. How can she hold the scissors tight ? The work is done, she sends it far away. When will it reach the town where warriors stay ?
The lovely Lo Fo of the western land Plucks mulberry leaves by the waterside. Across the green boughs stretches out her white hand; In golden sunshine her rosy robe is dyed. " my silkworms are hungry, I cannot stay. Tarry not with your five-horse cab, I pray."
Summer : On Mirror Lake outspread for miles and miles, The lotus lilies in full blossom teem. In fifth moon Xi Shi gathers them with smiles, Watchers overwhelm the bank of Yuoye Stream. Her boat turns back without waiting moonrise To Yoyal house amid amorous sighs.
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital; Ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding; And the autumn wind is blowing my heart For ever and ever toward the Jade Pass.... Oh, when will the Tartar troops be conquered, And my husband come back from the long campaign!